Hopefully, the inverse-me in the inverse-universe also has an inverse bank account balance...
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Hopefully, the inverse-me in the inverse-universe also has an inverse bank account balance...
To you it's ( negative or positive ) inverse, to him it's the same as yours currently. Nothing changes. You are probably the same you in the inverse universe, just under probably different circumstances.
It's the alternate universe various yous, that may have it much better... and worse.
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Can I rob the other me's of their money? After all, if they are me, their money is mine. My money is not theirs however, because I say so.
If you can find an internet connection strong enough to cross universes that allows you to hack into differently conceived systems, to take what's "yours".
I don't see why not. It is "yours".
Bear in mind, if you have ever lost one sock anytime / anywhere, then it might mean you've already beaten "yourself" to that plan. The other you probably just saw what you had & said "why bother?". And he just stuck to taking socks.
Disappearing socks are one of the biggest mysteries of the universe(s). I am afraid that your theory is correct, my other self needed one and snatched one from me. In turn, another me snatched one from him, and so it goes ad infinitum. According to my studies, Armageddon will begin once all pairs of socks in the universe are accounted for.
Not that I have it good authority, but I believe the reason it's usually socks, small change, and miscellaneous small things like that, is because they don't have a large bearing on what brings about armageddon. Losing a person and/or entire species ( i.e. bees ) to another universe to insure their own survival, now THAT could be apocalyptic!
Advocates of sukkhosuperposition argue that there is only ever one sock in existence, and we all share its many variously-dimensioned facets. When one sock goes "missing," it's simply being observed in a new state.
Hm: I seem to remember a similar philosophical discussion concerning biros taking place in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (the book, that is).
Yes I think autumn is my favorite time of year.... the more so now that I grow fewer frost-sensitive vegetables out in the garden. There was always so much concern over the occasional early frosts that could hit overnight as early as mid-August, and if there was a warning then all the rushing about to cover things before nightfall.
All those jokes about how much you save by growing your own tomatoes ($5.17 a season?!) were not amusing, as it was never about the money anyway, just the better taste of the heirloom varieties... an annoyance to pick them green and have either to wrap them for ripening or else cook all manner of green tomato recipes! I don't miss all that now, with my few patio tomatoes on the deck every summer.
On my mind at the moment, buttoning up against a flurry of thunderstorms heading our way. So nice a morning and now this,,,, mess! "Change of seasons" indeed!
While in the military, southern cooks taught me to make fried green tomatoes using buttermilk. I made then for my British neighbors at a barbecue and they enjoyed them, served with a spicy thousand island sauce.
They are completely delicious cooked in that southern way, I agree... just that one doesn't need 12 tomato cages' worth of them all at once.
How do you spice up the TI sauce?
When faced with a hard freeze in late summer, I usually picked all the tomatoes and settled on dealing with the fruit of a couple plants as green tomatoes, and then wrapped all the rest individually in newspaper and set them in crates out in the deck with a blanket over them to ripen for a few days after that frosty night had passed and left me looking at a weekend of making tomato paste for the freezer.
Once in awhile I took a chance and threw plastic and old blankets over the tomato cages and got lucky. That's a lot of work too though, especially if one has to repeat it a few nights running before the weather shifts again for awhile. Now I only have to make that kind of effort if I want to save some annuals like impatiens that cannot take even a light frost.
The UK parliamentary sessions today and tonight. Sad, sad, sad. What a way to deal with such a crucial issue.
How do you prepare fried tomatoes (red or green) using buttermilk?
LOL I remember a bunch of us in my family taking a pretty good whack at "time as perception" one night. Sitting around with a case of beer and on the stereo, the 3rd movement (Precipitato) of Prokofiev's War Sonata #7, written in 7/8 time... "No rests," one bro kept saying, getting up to put the needle back on the start of the track over and over again: "no rest, no rest for the war-weary." True enough 7/8 time has no rests, and for sure there was no rest for that poor long suffering piece of vinyl, either. Not sure what we concluded about the meaning of time that night (much less about the meaning of Vietnam war, then a matter of concern to all the boys and their draft lottery numbers), but you're right it was a great topic for discussion.
Or possible past stories about perception of time as related to memory. Jorge Luis Borges had a wonderful fantasy tale titled "Funes the Memorious," about a peasant child who fell off a horse and as a result of the accident then acquired the gift/curse of remembering everything all the time.
What that character Funes lost though --in exchange for his newfound ability to recall everything in detail-- were some essential parts of humanity, ability to abstract, generalize, compartmentalize. Eternal chaos is what there is without that, unless one resigns the self, as the child in the tale sometimes did, to creating some order by willing the recall of something like "everything that happened yesterday, in sequence."
So "time, passing" was for him a vital stamp or filter, one of the few his brain injury still permitted him to wield to manage the weight of his ever-expanding memory of events he was otherwise unable to keep from crushing his perception of his own existence or any sense of "what matters right now".
The theoretical physicist John Wheeler (1911-2008) is often quoted thus:
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
Space is what prevents everything from happening to me!
Space is what prevents everything from happening to me!
At work. My assistant is being completely useless as usual.
He's keeping you in the chair, isn't he? You want more, order him some decent caviar!
[doublepost=1567700522][/doublepost]Help me out here, on my mind is how to get that pale Apple logo on the Sep 10 invites onto a black background, thinking it would look cool as an iOS wallpaper.
Take 3 medium-size green tomatoes and slice 1/3 inches. Mix 1 egg and 1/2 cup of buttermilk and set aside. Put about 1/4 inch of cooking oil in a large skillet heating to 375 degrees F. Combine 1/2 cup of cornmeal, 1/4 cup of flour adding salt and pepper about 1 teaspoon. Place 1/4 cup of flour in a separate container from cornmeal/flour mix. Dredge tomatoes in flour, dip in egg/buttermilk, then dredge in cornmeal/flour and place in the skillet until a golden brown, place on a rack to drain, adding some sea salt to taste. I add sriracha sauce to thousand island dressing, the amount is an individual taste depending on how hot you prefer, I recommend medium hot.
Do not use red tomatoes!
Thank you very much, @JamesMike, that sounds (and reads as though it is) amazing.
Dinner - a paella with monkfish, chorizo, pimentón, roasted cherry tomatoes, sautéed peppers, onion and garlic, Spanish red peppers, saffron, dissolved anchovies (to give the stock a nice flavour) and Bomba paella rice.
Apparently no more large tubs of sourdough pretzels until the new year...
Could always make your own... on some rainy weekend when your other plans fell through.
Prefer them crunchy! I gave in and ordered a few tubs. Along with some other snacks.
